I know that it is an odd thing to be proud of but I am glad I am a terrible liar.  Of course it does depend on how you define lying.  The first 45 years of my life I lived a lie but didn’t know any better.  I just assumed the human condition was one of utter misery.  Then of course hiding as a trans person the last 15 years was less about lies than it was about half truths I could live with (or at the time thought I could).

You don’t truly know how to dance with the truth until you get asked very personal questions by nurses, fellow ball players, or fellow teachers.  Half truths and the English language are a match made in heaven.